Friday, January 23, 2009

Love and all the crusty pieces.

"Someday you'll love somebody enough to touch their feet."

"HELL NO, I WILL NEVER, EVER, love somebody that much- in fact I may love my children that much only while their feet are still fat, haven't touched the ground, and are wrapped in booties disguised as Converse Sneakers. That's the only time."

You know when you start to realize that maybe a lot of the the stuff you your parents said that seemed like "SHIT" in your undeveloped brain is actually true, for instance the feet thing. The other day while My Love was coughing up a lung and snotting everywhere with a heinous cold (I was a willing glutton to contract still making out with him like it was my life's purpose), without hesitation cuddled up in his arms his feet wrapped around me (the way you sit with your baby in the kiddie pool), I reached down....and grabbed his FEET. His bare feet, with both of my hands and just started kneading them? Like it was a fucking piece of dough that I was going to bake and munch on later. Like, "OOO feet, I love you."

The worst part, my MOTHER the always-right-never-loses-told-ya-so- QUEEN, gave me "the look" that just said...."SEE, Mommy knows best."

Love is knowing their faults and instead of leaving them because of their habitual lateness, missed dates and disorganization- you buy them a planner and say, "it's all good babe, there's even a belt clip so you don't lose that shit." Blindness? Maybe sometimes, but I'd call is acceptance for the WHOLE person that you love....instead of the glittery pieces that make up their persona. Loving their underground zits and sleep talking, their cover stealing and the fact that they make you look bad in front of your Mother- only because he's nicer to her than you are.

Ah, love.......love means loving feet, when in the past- I would've rather licked a tarantula.

And here I am all gushy and feet touchy and "hold on you've got a little something on your face, let me lick my finger and wipe it off for you...." Love? I think so.

51 comments:

love makes me cuddle in bed even though i hate cuddling most the time and can't be touching him when i'm trying to sleep. but with him? i'll let him cuddle, fall asleep, then wake his ass up and tell him to move to 'his' side of the bed.

I don't think I ever had anything that I wouldn't do, say, but I know that his farts are gross and they make my gag reflex work every other night, but here I am, I stay, day after day after day, even though he makes me want to vomit with those smells radiating out of his arse!

This is such a fun and true post! Love is funny and makes terrible, gross things not as bad. Like stepping in "I'm half-asleep and missed the toilet" puddles with your bare feet. Totally gross, but love will stop you from freaking out about it.

haha awesome post. I love the use of "glittery" such a perfect adjective. Love is accepting the fact that they fart really loud and in the same room as you (ew). Love is going from not sleeping because they are snoring to get worried when they're quiet for too long. Love is gross!

Love helps me learn to fall asleep with music on and loud, uneven snoring in the background. Helps me try to have patience with someone who is ALWAYS LATE. Helps me put up with trying to make schedules match and time spent together that's too short.

Love makes me (and everyone) find annoying things cute, and makes me both more impulsive and more excited to plan. It makes me more giggly and more snuggly and also more honest and thoughtful. I think it just makes me want to be better for that person I love so much.

Well my precious little Chelsea Bean, I guess I've never ever felt the kind of love that makes me love the eye booger thing, or even feel slightly o.k. with it.But, You are a genious, so it's o.k. I'm just so happy for you, that I almost went for it.winky!!!Your Granny.p.s. you and your uncles still can't shock me with your language, so stop feeling guilty around me.

Love makes me tolerate his nose. You may have had a "foot" issue, I have had a 'nose' one. You know, when they kiss you on the cheek, or from a different angle, and their nose ends up embedded in your eyesocket. I friggin hate that, but I tolerate it because I love him.

We have no qualms about feet - we massage each other's all the time while watching tv on the couch.

However, Love has made me listen to endless monologues about comic book characters and plot lines. Love has made me water down pasta sauce for his liking. Love has even made me consider moving to NEW JERSEY.

i know, crazy. but seriously, my hubs feet are not fun, to say the least, and when he would beg me to rug his feet after a long day standing and working, i made him shower so they were at least clean. but honestly, if i did not love him, no way would i touch his feet.

okay, i want to CRY this is so perfect. i quoted you on my blog i am that obsessed... seriously. i love how perfectly you described love... and the fact that some people expect it to always be perfect...but how boring would that be? the best thing about my darling is his flaws, because it helps me to know that i don't always have to be perfect, and most of the times, it is those imperfections of minethat he loves the most in me (to this day i find that so hard to come to terms with, but i'm trying!)